#that letter opener is too OP to exist

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(continuation of short prompt #6. This prompt has me in a chokehold now.)

Ok, so hear me out. Going the "Jack is secretly another Kryptonian" route, what if Jack didn't even know he was from another planet?

(#) = Notes at the end of the post

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Jack (kryptonian name?) gets sent away at the same time Clark does, but neither parents nor children know it and Jack is quite a few years older than Clark too. What if along the way to Earth Jack's pod gets damaged, causing a brain injury (explains his absent-mindedness and terrible memory in the future and possible terrible hearing). He no longer has any memory of where he came from, the few memories he had at least, and where he crash lands, it's miles from any town.

So here's itty bitty Jack wandering around, following the roads because why not, and he gets picked up by a couple driving by, who actually almost run him over. They step on it to the nearest hospital in the next town to get him treated for his injuries from the crash landing. When it's discovered he has no memory of where he came from and no one steps forward to claim him, they file to adopt him. The name Jack Fenton is born.

He grows up his entire life as a normal human being aside from his unusual height and a bit of ungodly strength that he has to be really careful of. Despite living a normal life he always feels like he's been missing something, always wonders where it is he came from. He gets small snippets of information that pass through his head, but they're there and gone in the blink of an eye, except for one thing.

The Phantom Zone.

Not knowing that it was the form of prison used by Kryptonians for their criminals and confusing it for the "Ghost Zone", home of ghosts(1), Jack dedicates his entire adult life to figuring out how to get to it to study anything that lies beyond it so that maybe he'll figure out what he's been missing. He meets Maddie along the way, falls in love, and has two incredible, brilliant kids. Him and Maddie build the ghost portal, Danny steps inside of it and accidentally gets it to work while being fused with the essence of an entire new dimension crashing open on top of him. His Kryptonian heritage is what allows him to survive.

Everything that happens in DP still happens, except maybe Jack pays just a bit more attention to the subtle changes in his son. With the help of Maddie, he figures out Danny's secret identity a year and a half in and they use the security logs in the lab to figure out what caused it. They are absolutely devastated, Jack especially so, because it was his obsession to start with that led up to the accident happening. Jack and Maddie both agree to wait for Danny to feel comfortable enough to tell them on his own (just like Jazz. She learned that kind of patience from her parents at some point).

At some point, Jack learns the existence of Superman and the fact that he's an alien, a Kryptonian. This triggers a few memories for Jack, he discovers snippets of his heritage, and he rejoices in the fact that he might have family after all. The emptiness he's felt since he landed on this planet has been partially filled. Through some grade A snooping with the help of Maddie, they track down and discover Superman's civilian identity and where the Man of Steel grew up. Jack keeps that information close to his heart and saves it for a rainy day.

That rainy day comes when the GIW bust down his front door and open fire on his son right at the dinner table. Once barricaded in the Ops Center, he decides to send Danny to the only place he can think of where he might be safe and hidden. Smallville, Kansas. Hometown of the Man of Steel himself.

Giving his son everything he might need on his way to safety, he also includes a personal letter of introduction to Clark in the travel pack and then proceeds to turn around and give the GIW hell with the love of his life by his side.

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Are there any fics centered around the perspectives of Danny's parents? If so, I might need to find some. This has lit a fire and I had no idea it would grow this big. This is not the direction I thought the short prompt would be going but I'm seriously liking it.

Notes:

(1) I mean, he technically isn't wrong? I read that anyone imprisoned in the Phantom Zone are basically reduced to the form of a shade, i.e. they can't interact with anything or talk to anyone besides with the use of telepathy. Correct me if I'm wrong tho! I'm not as well versed in DC lore but I'm doing my best to learn.

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@my-perfect-storybook-love

You commented right as I was finishing this! Hope you like it!

#dp x dc #dc x dp #jack is secretly a kryptonian but not in the way you think #jack has memory loss from childhood #danny and jazz are half kryptonian #god of the phantom zone is physically part of the ghost zone #danny's accident made him a baby god in the making #ghost king danny #overpowered danny phantom #dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

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Prefacing this with I am 34/N and I don't want kiddos hitting me up. 18+ only! Older the better!

Undertale search; Sanster centric (...again, lol, hi I am still infested with brain worms) but with two halves. Before I get into those halves I will disclose this: I have a high preference for playing Gaster. I am not good at writing the funny little man!! The only funny little man I can write is Jevil. (P.S. I am open to Seamvil. Pspsps.)

First half consists of looking for someone to assist developing the shiddy AU in my worm-infested brain. You can find Bunny/AU Gaster's information here - fair warning it's a F-List link so it is inherently nsfw.

While I have a doodle for his Sans (Shock, Crack, or Fuse; I've yet to even decide on a pseudonym for the guy) and a basic personality profile (impulsive ball of anger issues, easily overwhelmed by too much affection) I haven't gotten too in depth with his development unless we count the c.ai chatbot I made for him (hey, I really doubt I'll get a real human for this shit). There's a lot of wiggle room.

I've thus far described their dynamic as "soft manipulative lovebomb dom x plagued with violent anger issues dom" and "unhinged yandere that uses his anger-issues boyfriend's guilt from whenever he lashes out against said boyfriend to keep him with him" and have concluded that Bunny saw his lovely assistant punch out a computer monitor at work one day and decided he could make that guy worse.

I also have an ending we can work towards if we want (wherein Bunny goes off the rails and decides no one else needs to exist except them, creates a machine that sucks up everyone else's Souls, and hands his boyfriend - understandably upset by this development - the ultimatum: him, or everyone else? - which can in turn develop further into the ex-Royal Scientist haunting his former assistant after being erased from the timeline but apparently not entirely via nightmares and hallucinations and memories that 'never actually happened').

Second half consists of vanilla, classic, wholesome and maybe angsty Sanster shenanigans between kooky Royal Scientist and lazybones funnyman Assistant. Awkward romance! Cute nerd dates!! Scientific shenanigans (gone wrong and maybe gone sexual who knows)!!! And whatever the heckeroni happens to lead to their inevitable separation via one half of the equation getting obliterated from the timeline (if we decide to go that far)!!!!

As for contact, I obviously have f-list but I'm also open to playing via Discord (it's the same as my tumblr, just erase the dashes so it's all one string of letters) or e-mail (ask).

I've also got Tumblr roleplay blogs for post-CORE Gaster and Bunny that are open to more generalized interactions with other Tumblr roleplay blogs - not necessarily (and not likely to be) romshipping, but potential enemies, friends, rivals, etc. are all great!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#undertale rp #undertale roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #flist rp #tumblr rp #1x1 rp #dead dove

[theineated]

16 for the ask game!!! :)

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

Oh this is an amazing question. I should read all questions of games before reblogging tbh but I like following the scientific method of fuck around and find out.

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Fun fact: once your biolumi fluid has reached its maximum luminescence, it will be less susceptible to contamination due to the competitiveness of the microorganisms and will retain its light in the open for a few hours

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#partyideas

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Now that you're checking your biolumis, if they seem less bright than usual, check the nutrient powder. I busted an operation in which they adulterated it with sand a few days ago

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Recently I came across a post that affirmed the Larean cult of the sea was planted by the Ancients and does not predate the cultural genocide. That is completely false and lacks any sort of cultural awareness. The cult of the sea stands as the oldest tradition of both continents and it is theorized that its origins can be traced to the reverence for the creation of life inside the womb. Water has been associated with fertility for thousands of years for this same reason. The evolution of the belief was its development into

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BAD MORNING TO PEOPLE WITH TWO WORKING LEGS

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Do you think wishing other people bad will make your existence better? Shame on you. What about people with two working legs and other disabilities, do you wish them suffering too?

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Buy a dictionary and open it by the letter "j". Go on to "o", then "k", then "e"

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@mychemicalfuckyou @oswald-stringplucker the block button is right there

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#reference #art inspiration

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"I'll teach teenagers", I said

"It will be easy", I said

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It would be if you didn't steal their candy calling it "a tax so they learn for the day they have to cross the sea"

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What are you, the police?

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@upsidedownshootingstar

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I will protect the kids from op's extortion :D

#ruinverse

[katerinkalvovicha]

This is my Triathalon Entry for the 2023 Northshield Kingdom Arts & Sciences Competition, held 22 April. This was supposed to be an easy project: make a paint brush, write a poem, put ink and paint on a piece of parchment so that it looks like the Book of Deer. I am a scribe so I know how to calligraph and illuminate. I am a bard so I know how to write poetry. I know how to make things so I could make a paintbrush. Easy peasy, right?

Wrong.

For one 6x8 manuscript page, I:

Completed 57 pages of written documentation

Compiled over 40 pages of appendix documents

Accessed well over 100 different resources including thesis papers and books

Drafted three general use documentation templates

Wrote a research paper which failed to definitively prove or disprove the existence of paintbrushes

Cut my own reed and quill pens

Made 20+ paintbrushes and used two on my project

Collected 80+ pieces of evidence

Mixed my own orpiment (arsenic) and minium (red lead) paints

Learned how to do freehand knotwork

Acquired one new calligraphy hand

Charted, from scratch, the poetics (rhyme, meter, alliteration) of a specific poem

And wrote a poem in a style which was NOT intended to be written in English

The project took approximately 110 hours spread over 6 weeks. The financial outlay was significant as well: I spent over $100 just in printing costs.

Thankfully, my hard work was recognized: I was awarded first place in the Triathalon and second place in the overall open division for my research paper.

The poem I wrote was inspired by my favorite blacksmith, Master Crispin Fletcher, OL, OP.

Scribe and Smith

Clever craft-folk, he and I

Pen and forge are matched allies

Black iron tools to reach our goal

Mine, gall-ink and his, charcoal

Checking once then twice for sure

Ruler ready, he measures.

"It fits! Yay!" I gleefully preen

Lines with letters like sardines.

Inspired, he feeds his forge fire

Bellows blow, flames climb higher

My own burning questions press

Answers bring light to darkness

Red iron bends with shifting blows

He commands, metal follows.

A quieter smith, I sit

Forging phrases: my habit

Careful strikes create knife's edge

Honing blades with deep knowledge

Honing stanzas, setting free

Meanings made with right trochee

Fixing words, removing scale

Expert eyes see each detail

His hands black from smoke and soot

Mine stained too by my inkpot

Coals cool as he finds his rest

Aching arm gives loud protest.

Three fingers write, eyes are sore

Pen speaks, whole body labors.

A like pair, this scribe and smith,

With rocks and spite, make mischief.

Smelting, shaping, making pure,

Out of naught, something clever.

My documentation is linked below. I will note that the poetics documentation is a little thin; I was intentionally testing the limitations of Northshield’s verbal documentation guidelines. Please feel free to reach out with any questions.

Oh Where Is My Paint Brush: Tools for Insular Manuscript Production 850 CE to 950 CE

Oh Deer: A Reproduction of MS Ii.6.32 f. 5r and 71v

Scribe and Smith: A 9th Century Irish Poem in the Deibide Style

Writing instruments by date

Book of Deer ductus

Pangur Ban poetics chart

[primojade]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎

Hello, dreamerーthis is a place where thousands of stories were born, yet none are forgotten ! My name is Jade, and i'm a wandering auteur and artist! in any case, its a pleasure to meet you :>

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄

Requests and brainrots (including interactions): OPEN

all follows and reblogs are from my main: @araranas

currently listening to: 🎶 go the distance, cover by samantha barks 🎶

currently reading: the da vinci code by dan brown

currently craving: takoyaki 🐙

saving and farming/pulling for: focalors and neuvillette (eu), c2 wanderer (na), kokomi (asia)

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Some important things to consider before following and interacting:

Gender is an important and sensitive topic for me, so please do be mindful that my pronouns are they/them, and I am agender/nonbinary ace.

I am a suffering university student (with a pursuing degree in business management!) so updates may be sporadic.

I'm also 21 years old, an adult, so if that bothers you, you may choose not to interact with me at all :> though this blog will remain, and will always be, sfw. Some of my works may contain suggestive themes, but nothing that borders n.sfw and dark content so minors are free to browse around here safely!

I can generally speak in four languages so feel free to message me via themーFilipino, English (my second language), Italian (my childhood lingua) and Japanese (a minor subject of mine). Though I can speak and understand Italian, my skills are now rusty and I'm not confident with it 💦 so if you don't want to suffer from my almost non-existent Italian, better talk to me in English xD

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒

#jaded momentsー! for personal writings and art.

#jaded musingsー! for important blog links and announcements.

#just jadeー! for idle musings, ramblings, spams, screeching, simping...

#jaded verses—! for brainrots too short to be a proper fic. Or maybe leftover ideas that I have no plans of turning into a fic.

#letters for jadeー! for answers to possible asks.

#jaded oathー! for fic/blog/art recs and personal favourites.

#jade simps for albedo/tighnari—! bc I know I wouldn't be able to help myself not to 💀

#jade clowning moments - for my crack-ish, idiotic misadventures in the real world🤡

#jade rated not pg—! smut and nsf-w stuff. Please block this minors or those uncomfy for ur own safety!

#jade reruns—! for my personal reblogs of writings and art.

#dear comrade: (name)—! interactions with lovely moots

#tw: (trigger name) , #genshin spoilers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

I love a certain fictional alchemist and a botanist a normal amount :3

I'm AR60 on Europe server, AR59 on Asia server and AR58 on America server, but I'm afraid I'm not currently open to co-op rn since I have a very...personal reasons as to why heh. I won't be able to give you my UID in public as well (unless ur a moot! If so, feel free to ask me!) because my family plays Genshin with me and they certainly know what's my account 😂 I'd rather not have them know I write fanfics afー

I main Albedo (he's C4 now! and planning to c6 him soon!), but I usually switch to my C6 Diluc 💀. My team mostly consists/rotates between Xiao, Tighnari, Ayato, Kazuha, Hu Tao, Venti, Raiden and Zhongli. Not so proud of their builds though and I'm dumb when it comes to meta stuff so I won't be able to help you much if you ask me xD

Not so fun fact: I benched my Ayaka and C2 Keqing because they're poorly built 💦 did I mention that the rascal ginger dude didn't come home to me in ALL of his banners? 🙂

Pulling for wanderer cons!!

#jaded musings—! #navigation !

[hyperfixations-and-hecticness]

howdy OP :) i truly adore your writing (oml you really bless us all 😤 with your musings),,,,, would it be possible to request satan with: AH FLY! (sorry the letters rearranged themselves like that)… :) thank you always for the writing you make that enriches the OM community/fandom! hope you have a lovely day 8)

A, H, F, L AND Y ALPHABET EVENT WITH SATAN

Activities- What activities do they like to do with you?

- A lot of the time, people around him narrow Satan’s interests down to books and cats but honestly there’s a lot of other things he like to do involving you. In terms of dates, they’re always interesting and enriching. He’ll take you to museums and galleries and explain the origins of things. Or just a nice walk somewhere where he points out different flora and fauna and their medicinal properties.

- Of course, he loves reading with you and watching your favourite shows together. You guys do little bingo boards with your predictions for the series and the winner gets to dare the other to do something. It usually ends up being something absolutely toothrottingly sweet.

- He likes studying with you. Knowledge makes him feel powerful and he wants his brilliant SO to feel indomitable too.

Habits - What habits do they have in a relationship?

- He often just gravitates toward you. Not always consciously but he just finds your presence reassuring so he ends up just being in your orbit a lot. And not so much in an intrusive way, he’s usually just in the background.

- He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair etc. Doesn’t matter what gender you are, gentlemen are chivalrous irregardless of their SO’s gender. And Satan is nothing if not a gentleman.

- Texts you good morning and good night every day, it’s part of his routine at this point.

- Puts aside books he thinks you’ll like in a special pile.

Family - Would they want a family with you?

- Satan has a fair few issues to sort through before he thinks about having a family with you. He wants to be sure that if you were ever to start a family, that his own past wouldn’t get in the way of raising a child surrounded by love and acceptance. His biggest fear in parenting is the thought that he could raise a child who hates him like he did Lucifer or, worse, is afraid of him.

- But all in all, he really does want a family with you. He loves his brothers, he does, but they have a lot of history, especially with Lilith, that he doesn’t share and it can get lonely sometimes being the only demon who never even got the chance to be an angel. He’d love a family that he chose, unlike the rest of his brothers, it wasn’t his choice to fall. He’d like a chance to have a family that feels 100% his.

- If you have kids, those are going to be the best defended little dudes to ever exist. Satan is the blueprint for the over protective father. His kids aren’t afraid of him, to them he’s just their sweet and brilliant dad, but if anyone ever hurts his kids? Oh boy they’re DEAD dead.

Love - Who said I love you first?

- He did. Satan takes pride in being well aware of his emotions and strives for honesty in a relationship as well as trust. And unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t have his pride getting in the way of saying it.

- But it still takes a while for him to say it. I mean, Satan’s read a lot of romance books in his time. He knows all the cliches and once he realises he’s in love with you, he spends a long while ensuring that his confession is perfect and suited to you as a person. He may base it off of a book you both love or bring you flowers you like.

- He’s a romantic through and through and he tries to remind you at least once a day he loves you. Not always verbally though, he’ll stick little post-its on your textbooks with cute little messages and stuff like that.

Yearning - What are they like when they miss their partner?

- He gets angry more easily. His SO is a calming presence for him and he doesn’t like being without you. He also spends more time irritating Lucifer. The reasons for this are twofold: one, it makes him feel better; two, if he annoys Lucifer enough when you’re gone, Lucifer will start making an active effort to have you around as much as possible.

- He’s constantly texting you and does that thing where he annotates one of your favourite books for you so you can read it and think of him. If you do the same he turns bright pink, it’s adorable.

- Sits in your room when he’s just studying or doing random stuff. He doesn’t like sleeping in there without you but your room is so infused with your presence that he’ll spend time there anyway.

AN: Aww, thanks anon. It makes me so happy when people say they like my writing, it makes me much more motivated to finish requests quickly and everything. Also lmk if you like the headcanons cause I always get worried about that with anon requests. Anyway obligatory reminder that requests are open and comments are appreciated. This event is still open but I’m closing it once I reach 250 in favour of a new event which I’m taking suggestions for if you wanna drop some in the inbox.

#obey me x reader #obey me #om! swd #obey me stuff #hyper’s hcs #satan x you #satan x reader #obey me satan #satan x mc #hyper’s alphabet

[whiskeyandwolfsbane]

8/14 - 11:04PM

My final post-op appointment was on the 11th! The nurse took off the steri-strips covering over the incisions, and cut off any remaining sutures that hadn't ended up dissolving like they were supposed to, and said everything appears to be healing nicely.

I'll take her word for it; though I have been and still am kinda worried about how, to me, my nipples look like they're spaced unevenly. Like, too far apart. Everyone I've talked to about it so far though says, you're still healing, the swelling still hasn't gone down, give it time. So I'm trying not to stress too hard.

While there, I went to bring forms to the front desk. You know, the ones they told me to fill out that I had already filled out. (I didn't fill them out again, I just brought the original ones from home.)

The woman at the front desk, the very sweet one who helped me the first time I actually filled everything out, said she would take care of it and when I came out of my appointment, to come by and she would give me my paperwork back.

So I get out of my appointment and walk up to the desk. She tells me that she did some research - and apparently I was already approved for medical leave.

This was very confusing for me, since I never got any sort of notification: no email, no letter, no phone call. The only letter I got was for when I got denied.

We discussed it for a short time, but only really could come up with "maybe things got lost in the mail". She couldn't tell me where or who exactly allegedly approved it either. When I got home, I eventually called into SAW to ask about it.

According to the lady on the phone - I have never had medical leave approved. Only denied.

So yeah I have no fucking clue what is going on anymore and I'm so over it, lol. I'm trying not to bother thinking about it anymore. Later in the day, my store manager texted to ask if I could come back by the 3rd of September. I considered it, but since outside of having money again I would gladly stay away for months upon months, I decided to stick with the date my own surgeon originally gave me (that I sent to him and the HR team actually) and say it'd be best to wait til September 9th. So that's what I'm doing.

Other than that... yeah. Same old, same old. Just playing video games, reading, trying to get back into writing and trying to learn guitar and trying to learn to draw.

There has been trouble in my family. One of my grandmothers passed away suddenly and shortly after that, someone else in my immediate family had a near death experience that I'd rather not talk about as it's not my place. I only just found out about the second; I learnt about the first a few days ago after it happened.

My mind is... mush. There is a lot going on mentally and I'm not sure how all to handle it. So of course I'll handle it the way I've been handling my beloved cat dying, and how I've been handling my crippling fear of the future, and how I've been handling my general pining for past relationships that have changed drastically.

That is to say, refusing to think about any of it and throwing myself into multiple forms of media at once (i.e., a game going on my laptop and one on my phone, a book open on the desk next to me, music playing in the background, and notebooks scattered around) and never letting up until I'm no longer able to stay awake, thus being taken by the release of sleep. I am well aware that I'm doing myself a disservice and only delaying the inevitable, and that it will be all the worse for me when the foundation caves in but... I can't really help it. It's all I know how to do.

Anyway, sorry, that was a bit of a depressing note and nothing really related to my surgery, which is why this blog exists, and none of yall need to be burdened with my mental BS, so - sorry about that.

On a positive note to try and bring this back; so far, it's been really, really nice to be able to wear tank tops and not be super uncomfortable anymore. I'm still semi uncomfortable because of how large my stomach is but it is very nice to finally have a flat chest and not have to worry about that part of things anymore. I'm excited to hopefully lose weight and then be able to fit into all the old shirts and jackets I've missed so much.

And... yup, that's about all I got, surgery-wise. see ya.

#journal entries #addendum: i have had multiple people tell me i don't have much of a stomach at all #but firstly body dysmorphia doesn't care about facts #and secondly of course it doesn't look like i do; i've spent all of my teen and adult years learning tricks and ways of disguising it #many of the photos i post online are either edited or cropped very specifically #and as far as day to day life there are a multiple variety of ways i try and minimise how bulky i look #the most obvious one that i'm most known for being that i wear leather jackets or coats whenever possible specifically because #of how well they hide one's figure if you wear them right; there's other ways but like #all that to say that i appreciate the reassurances and such but sadly it is something i'm not going to be able to shake no matter how much #i'm reassured; not until i either.......idk get more therapy or get more fit

[missmortox]

Also liking the post of her graphic artist friend who made pregnancy belly in rubber and that person knows Bill too. Someone even made comparison and its shape matched her belly at BAML premiere. Also her suddenly running away to SA, yet never ever announcing birth date. Yet on her first pregnancy, she commissioned articles in Sweden about Billida welcoming Oona. I guess surrogate was involved. so strage.

This video covers some of the issues in regards to the fake belly that was made by ingelaviolamakeup on IG. An account that Alida was following at the time (and may still be following) and they were mutuals. Other than this odd fake belly (conveniently the right size it needed to be and finished the very day of the Burn All My letters Premiere) other situations involving this pregnancy are highly sus.

The clearly staged surprise baby shower for Alida and a handful of her friends (which only appeared to be set up for the post but no one actually stayed very long)

The sudden move to South Africa at the end of her pregnancy. Why would a woman move to a country with worse healthcare to have her baby right before giving birth?

The suspicious due date of the baby which was changed at least once and the lack of announcing when the baby was born. More than likely so people can't narrow down the timeline of conception and prove that Alida couldn't have been with Bill

The growing, shrinking, and moving baby bump which Alida seemed to forget to wear or only have to show off when it was convenient for a photo op

The copious amounts of alcohol Alida was drinking while pregnant for a second time (or appeared to be drinking but most likely was drinking)

The nervous way she rambled and insisted that the baby was super planned and Bill was super happy about it (despite no actual commentary from Bill that has been verified during this time period)

There are many issues with this pregnancy. If Alida did happen to physically get pregnant, with her age and lifestyle choices (aka: alcoholism, substance use, and partying) one would consider that would not be a healthy environment for the fetus to grow. However, the inconsistencies in her pregnant body as opposed to the first child which stayed very consistent, wasn't hidden, and she stayed in Sweden to give birth to, make things even more open to speculation.

There are very few reasons why Alida would rush off to a country with substandard healthcare (compared to her own) where she doesn't even fluently speak any of the languages to have this child. There are many reasons she would get "confused" about dates and not openly announce when the child was actually born. The movement, silence, and behavior at the end of the pregnancy denoted that there was something about this baby she wanted to hide.

Though her stans will claim that it's because she is a "private person", this can easily be negated by pointing out that she literally had a tabloid article printed about the full name of her second child. Not to mention that she went out of her way to do several interviews about being pregnant and even gave away the location of her holiday with Bill which was supposed to be a secret. That's what makes her silence on the birth of Minou so suspicious. She was public about everything else and only goes private for those few months? Then reappears showing off Minou any chance she gets? Was it a surrogate? Was the child not actually Bill's? Did she get invitro and she's desperately trying to hide that Bill won't touch her anymore so she had to go the artificial route? Was the baby concieved when she claimed or was she just trying to steal the spotlight from her ex-friend Suxxen?

As much as I doubt any of these questions will be answered, it raises a lot of red flags. Far more so than the already existing issue of the paternity of Oona, where maybe people think that Filip Berg is the father and not Bill.

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Maven Calore's Greatest Fear

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Pattinson

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous when you reveal your celebrity crush on Robert Pattinson

Masterlist

“Okay I saw these on Tik Tok and I had to get them for you.” Zendaya grinned as she slid a small black box towards you.

“What is it?” You eyed her skeptically as you accepted the box.

“Just open it and look.” She smiled and rubbed her hands together.

“No.” You gasped as you opened the box. “Team Edward underwear?”

You picked up a pair of lacy black paintings and held them out in front of you. The phrase “Team Edward” was stitched in bold white letters right over the crotch.

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter. “What are these?”

“They’re just panties.” She said innocently. “I thought you’d like them.”

“I do but I cannot wear this around Tom.” You laughed and set them down. “He’ll think I’m insane.”

“Them wear them when he’s away.” She shrugged.

“I cannot believe you bought these.” You shook your head at her. “Or that someone made them. Or that I want to wear them more than anything.”

“See?” She smiled proudly. “I knew you’d like them.”

“I do.” You admitted. “But Tom can never know they exist.”

You put the panties away in your drawer that night and forgot about them. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when you were a guest on the Graham Norton show that your love of Twilight was brought up once again.

“Now, Y/n, I hear you’re a big Twilight fan.” Graham began.

“Yup. Last time I checked.” You nodded, purposefully quoting Jacob Black.

“Are you really?” Graham giggled.

“I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen those movies.” You shook your head. “Especially the first one. Everyone few months I just sit down and shot gun the series.”

“Were you Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

“Team Edward all the way.” You said immediately. “This is so embarrassing, but I used to leave my window open when I was in middle school so Edward could come in.”

“That’s some dedication.” Graham laughed. “Did he ever come?”

“No. He never did.” You pouted. “13 year old me was really disappointed.”

“I hear you even got a tattoo.” Graham raised his eyebrows, making you hide your face in shame.

“I do.” You laughed behind your hand. “I got too drunk halfway through Eclipse and got a tattoo.”

“You have to show us.” Graham insisted.

“Okay but don’t laugh.” You laughed in defeat and rolled up your sleeve. You held your arm out to the camera, showing off your tattoo that read “Robert Pattinson” in tiny letters on your arm. The audience and Graham laughed at the randomness at the tattoo as your face heated in embarrassment.

“Look at this, it’s not even Twilight related”. Graham laughed. “It’s just Roberts name.”

“I wanted to get to the point.” You shrugged, earning some laughs.

“Why this font?” He wondered as he stared at the tattoo.

“It’s helvetica.” You deadpanned, making Graham cover his face with his cards as he laughed.

“It looks like you’ve just typed this out on the computer.” He pointed out.

“I was drunk.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “And it felt right in the moment.”

“You’ve never met Robert, right?” Graham asked. “You haven’t showed this to him?”

“No, I’ve never met him”. You sighed dramatically. “And he will never see this tattoo.”

“Well then you better cover it up.” Graham said as he looked behind him. “Ladies and gentlemen, Robert Pattinson.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked behind Graham as Robert Pattinson came out from back stage. He was in a navy suit, looking as beautiful as ever as he walked towards the couch.

“Oh My God.” You covered your face with your hands as the audience became deafening. You could hear Robert and Graham greeting each other over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Slowly, you took your face away from your hands and sheepishly looked up.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Rob.” Robert smiled as he looked down at you.

“Hi.” You smiled weakly as you stood up. Robert shook your hand and kissed your cheek to say hello, making you die on the spot. You let go of him and sat down on the couch, never taking your eyes off Robert.

“This is…” Graham gestured to you a few times, reminding you to say your name.

“Y/n. Sorry.” You blinked a few times. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m a big fan.”

“Are you?” Robert asked as he sat down. “You a Twilight fan?”

“No, I haven’t seen it.” You lied as you collected yourself.

“You just said-“

“I love all your other movies though.” You cut Graham off. “I really admire your work. Your acting is phenomenal.”

“Thank you.” Robert smiled at you. “I’ve seen some of your work as well. I’m always very impressed.”

“Are you?” You squeaked.

“I am.” Robert chuckled. “You’re very talented. I hope we get to work together someday.”

“I’m surprised you two haven’t met before.” Graham cut in. “Y/n, Rob was in a movie with your boyfriend, wasn’t he?”

“With my what?” You asked as you stared starstuck at Robert.

“Your boyfriend.” Graham repeated as the audience laughed. “Tom Holland?”

“Right.” You laughed awkwardly as you continued to stare at Robert. “Him.”

“Yeah, we were in a movie together a few years ago.” Robert answered. “And we’re going to start filming another one soon. It’s called the Devil All The Time.”

“Right.” You remembered. “He told me about it. I was so jealous that he’s getting to work with you for a second time.”

“I’m sure you and I will share the screen one day. Playing lovers, perhaps.” Robert joked as he nudged you.

“Perhaps.” You squeaked.

“We’re gonna cut to commercial.” Graham announced. “More with Robert Pattinson and Y/n L/n after the break.”

After the interview, you ran back to your dressing room with a huge smile. You had not stopped smiling since Robert had walked out on stage. You walked into your dressing room and saw Tom sitting on your couch, making you let out a squeal.

“Ahh! Did you see me?” You gushed. “Did you see me with Edward?”

“Edward?” He chuckled as he hugged you. “You mean Robert Pattinson?”

“Yeah. Him.” You clapped your hands. “He shook my hand and kissed my cheek. I almost passed out. I’m in love with him.”

“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan.” Tom laughed awkwardly as you danced around the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve been in love with that man for over ten years now. I’m never washing my hand again.” You held out the hand he shook. “Or my face. God, he’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen him.” Toms smile slowly faded. “We worked together, you know.”

“I know. You’re so lucky.” You sighed. “Did you hear him saw he wanted us to play lovers in a movie? Can you imagine if that actually happens?”

“No.” Tom said flatly. Before you could notice his indifference, someone knocked at your soon.

“Op. Someones at the door.” You said as you twisted the handle. You opened the door to reveal Robert leaning against your doorframe, knocking the air out of your chest.

“Hello again.” Robert smiled at you.

“Rob!” You stammered in surprise. “Hi.”

“Nice to see you again, Tom.” Robert said as he looked behind you. “How you been, mate?”

“I’ve been good. You?” Tom asked as he stood beside you. He wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders, not liking how fond you were of his former costar.

“Can’t complain.” Robert shrugged. “I’m excited to start filming though. I’ve been working on the accent but I’m not sure I’ve gotten it yet.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great.” You told him. “You’ve done great accents before.”

“Thank you.” He winked at you. “You should come to visit us once we start filming. I’d love to see you again.”

“Of course.” You nodded repeatedly. “I’ll be there.”

“Great.” Robert grinned. “I’ll let you guys get back to it. Bye.”

“Bye.” You enthusiastically waved to him.

“Oh, and Y/n?” Robert said before walking away.

“Yes?” You asked hopefully.

“Close your windows.” He joked, calling back to your story from before. You felt your face heat up and gave him an embarrassed smile before nodding.

“I will.” You told him. Robert firmly squeezed your shoulder before walking away. As soon as you shut the door, you let out a scream and jumped up and down.

“Did you hear that?” You asked Tom. “We have an inside joke. Edward Cullen and I have an inside joke.”

“You do know his name is Rob, right?” Tom said, less than amused. “Not Edward.”

“He’s Edward to me.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’ve never been this close to getting a vampire boyfriend. Ah, I’m so happy.”

“You already have a boyfriend.” Tom reminded you as he slumped on your couch. First he had to watch you and Robert fawn over each other on Graham’s couch, and now you wouldn’t stop talking about him. Tom was more than jealous at this point and it was starting to get to him.

“I know.” You chuckled as you sat beside Tom and laid your head on his shoulder. “And I love you. Even if you’re not a vampire.”

“Wow. Even if?” He chuckled sarcastically as he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned up to kiss him, making him feel better. You may be a fan of Robert, but Tom was the one you were kissing.

~

As promised, Tom brought you with him to the set of The Devil All The Time. He left you in his trailer early in the morning when he left to film, but you were nowhere to be found by the time he returned at the end of the day. Tom pouted when he found his trailer empty and went for a walk around the set to try and find you. When you didn’t turn up in any of the places he checked, he returned to his trailer in defeat.

“Darling?” Tom asked as he walked into his trailer. “Are you in here?”

“Where the hell you been, loca?” You asked as you threw your arms around Tom.

“What?” Tom laughed as he hugged you back, just happy to have found you.

“It was a Twilight reference.” You explained before kissing him hello. “I’ve been trying so hard not to make them around Edward all day.”

“You’ve been with Rob all day?” Tom pulled away, his mood dropping quickly.

“Uh huh.” You nodded in excitement. “I was helping him run lines in his trailer. Can you believe he asked me to help him?”

“Good for you.” Tom grumbled as he flopped down on his couch.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you noticed Toms tone.

“Do you have feelings for this guy or something?” Tom asked. “Cause it’s starting to seem like you’d rather be with Rob.”

“What?” You laughed. “Tommy, don’t be silly. Of course I don’t have feelings for Rob.”

“Really?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “Because you’ve spent all days running lines with him instead of me, your boyfriend. When he’s around, he’s all you talk about Y/n. And I remember you saying you were in love with him multiple times.”

“I’m not in love with him, silly.” You insisted as you took a seat on his lap. “I’m in love with Edward Cullen. He was my comfort character growing up. I didn’t have a lot of friends in school, so I read books. Sometimes, it was nice to pretend a gorgeous vampire was willing to risk the Volturi to be with you.”

“The what?” Tom asked.

“It’s like the Vampire Supreme Court.” You replied.

“The what?” Tom repeated.

“Oh, right. British.” You remembered. “They’re just the most powerful vampire coven, okay? They make all the rules. You’d know them if you saw them. It’s Charlie Seen and that bitch from Cat in the Hat.”

“What does this have to do you liking Rob?” Tom whined.

“Right, sorry.” You waved your hand in dismissal. “I don’t have feelings for Rob. I don’t even know him. I’m just projecting the character I loved growing up onto the actor who played him. You’re telling me you didn’t geek out the first time you met RDJ?”

“I did.” Tom admitted.

“Exactly. He was your childhood hero and Edward was mine. That’s all this is.” You smiled and patted his cheek. “Nothing to worry about, Tommy.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Tom pouted and rubbed your back. “I shouldn’t have accused you of anything.”

“It’s okay. I can see why you got a little jealous. I have been talking about him a lot.” You admitted. “But I promise you, when I look at him, all I see is Edward. Just straight up baseball uniforms and spider monkies.”

“What the hell goes on in those movies?” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Well, the last two are pretty much an abortion debate.” You began. “But they’re also about Bella being willing to die for that vampire dick.”

“In a vampire movie?” Tom wondered.

“Yeah. But the first one is a baseball movie.” You told him.

“What the fuck?” He whispered.

“You’d understand it if you saw them.” You shrugged.

“I don’t think I would.” He said skeptically.

“I also don’t think you would.” You realized. “But you’d finally understand why I call you my “monkey man” sometimes.”

“That’s a Twilight reference?” He gasped.

“Yeah. A lot of things I say are Twilight references.” You chuckled.

“Well if my darling loves them that much, I might have to give them a chance.” Tom smiled as he leaned in to kiss him.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his lips. “You wanna watch 10 hours of Twilight with me?”

“Absolutely not.” Tom laughed against your mouth. He slowly laid you down on the couch as he hovered on top of you, never break the kiss. The kiss got more heated as you gripped his shirt while his hands slid down to your pants. As his hangs found your zipper, you realized something terrifying.

“Oh no.” You gulped.

“Whats wrong?” Tom wondered as he pulled away.

“Um...” you gulped and looked down at your lap. “You’re not gonna want to do that.”

“Why?” Tom raised an eyebrow, eyes darting down to your zipper skeptically.

“Daya sent me underwear a while ago.” You began. “Um, special underwear.”

“Did she?” Tom smirked as he tugged the zipper down.

“Not that kind of special.” You quickly moved his hand. “It um, it has a slogan on it.”

“Okay?” Tom said slowly.

“You’re not gonna like it.” You told him, only making his curiosity grow. Tom looked at you curiously before tugging your pants down. You covered your face with your hands as he gasped in horror.

“Team Edward?” He yelled. “Your underwear says Team Edward?”

“It was all I had!” You protested as you tugged your pants back up.

“You’re telling me you happened to be wearing these the day you come to visit Rob on set?” Tom pointed an accusing finger at you.

“What are you implying?” You asked as you swatted his hand away. Tom ran his hands through his hair and gave it a stressful tug. He didn’t want to take his insecurity out on you, but the underwear had crossed a line.

“Did you think something was gonna happen between you guys?” He mumbled without looking at you.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “Do you seriously think I woke up this morning and thought “hm, might fuck Robert Pattinson today. Let me make sure I put on my underwear that references a character of his from ten years ago!””

“I don’t know!” He whined. “I can’t believe you’re wearing those.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it.” You laughed as he stormed out of the room. “Tommy, come back.”

“Why are you laughing?” He pouted, face still red from jealousy.

“Because you’re upset over my underwear.” You tried to hold back your laughter. “You know, you could solve this problem by taking them off.”

“No.” He stamped his foot. “You don’t want me. You want you Edgar Curtain and his killer vampire penis.”

“It’s Edward Cullen.” You corrected. “And yes, I do want that.”

“Oh my God.” Tom rubbed his face, making you laugh again.

“Edward would never treat me this way.” You teased. “He would have sex with me and then get scared that he hurt me so he just plays chess with me the rest of our honeymoon.”

“Would he now?” Tom seethed.

“Tommy, please calm down.” You chuckled as you cupped his face. “It’s just an unfortunate coincidence that I was wearing these. I promise, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re the only one I want.”

“Really?” He asked skeptically as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“What can I say?” You smirked. “I’m Team Tom.”

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waves against the rocks

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 2.0k

synopsis: you show saiki your powers. he’s unbearibly jealous, yet for the first time, he feels seen and understood by another person.

cws: mention of the reader having a bad family

genre: melancholic fluff

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

greetings... i promise i’m working on cease and desist part 2 but i keep starting one shots;; I ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE MY TEXT FORMAT... i yoinked all the capital letters away... it feels a bit more liberating

whenever i make my crazy op self insert oc, i always think about how i can make them a foil/double to the characters i like. for example my gintama s/i is also a traumatized war veteran. i thought like... wouldn’t it be fun to write the reader character as a direct foil AND double to saiki? they have everything he doesn’t, but he has a lot that they dont and it’s like,., mutual jealousy.

i also wanted to write saiki properly empathizing with someone. aiura and toritsuka are so fun because they both have different moral compasses with their powers and how they’d like to use them. however despite the fact theyre all psychics, saiki can’t really empathize with either of them.

i wanted to have saiki be excited about something, and feel truly seen. empathy is a very powerful thing.

i hope the “ability” i chose isn’t too cringe;;;

i can’t help but feel like i write saiki ooc so feedback would be super appreciated!

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perception. the way people are seen by others, the mental images and sour thoughts rooted in nothing but misconception. the falsafied persona of greatness, beauty, and kindness. perception.

you kept saiki afterschool. tugging at his sleeve, you quietly asked “i need to show you something, stay here for a few extra minutes?”. he refused you at first, but you stayed firm, “i need you to stay.” fierce. he decided to stay.

but you stood before saiki, right? were you there? he suddenly felt a bit weary, head pounding at the thought of you. your name, voice, scent, failing to find matches in his library of records. when he thought of you, his brain flickered through the faces and names of everyone else he knew.

you were a gap, a void, a sudden unconjurable memory. it was horrifying. but he quickly accepted it. the body circling behind of him was none of his concern, because there was nobody there. he supposes he should go home now. why was he standing alone in the classroom anyways?

firm hands land on his shoulders, warm, present. he remembers why he’s here.

“it’s not that i’m invisible, it’s just that your brain can’t recognize me, and refuses to acknolwedge me as a thing that exists.”

like a wave crashing against a rocky shore, the void is filled. your voice, your scent, your name, all slotted back into place in his mental library. he recognizes the hands on your shoulders as yours. 

a hand snakes around and pushes up his glasses, covering his eyes.

“it’s not about visibility, it’s perception. you are unable to percieve me as a living thing, or of anything of importance. that’s why you can’t read my thoughts, and that’s why you’re so quick to give up trying to recall me.”

he’s practically trembling- you have one power. it was simple, but it managed to find a loophole around practically all of his.

“that’s terrifying.”

“right?”

you take your hands away and step in front of him. he adjusts his glasses properly.

“were you born with it?”

you nod, “it caused me trouble when i was a kid. i almost got left at an airport,” you chuckle.

“does anyone else know?”

“i’ve tried to tell my parents but they don’t believe me. they called me a liar and delusional, so i decided to stop trying with them. nobody else knows, i’ve never told any of my past friends either. when i found out about your powers, i thought maybe someone would finally understand. that’s the only reason i wanted to tell you.”

your lip quivers, “you believe me, right?”

truth be told, saiki’s stunned. he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have such an abrasive ability. despite how reclusive and fittingly unnoticeable it is, it was certainly powerful.

he’s jealous. you were able to freely aquire something he wanted- privacy, but he does believe you, afterall he just watched you waltz around him, outside of his keen field of view. 

“yeah, i do.”

you smile, bright and wide- you’re nearly trembling. was being believed that big of a deal to you?

you take a step forward and embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso as your head presses against his chest. he goes a bit stiff, and glances at the door. “hey, someone might walk in-”

“it’s fine.” you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and oh. your eyes are glimmering, shining greater than he’s ever seen them, “they won’t.”

burying your face back into him, he tenataively wraps his arms around your back. you continue, voice muffled, “’m sorry, you’re the first person who’s accepted me. i’m happy.”

the emotional explanation for your actions ease him a bit, “it’s fine.” he states back.

you finally pull away, and for a brief moment as you lose connection, you flicker out of his view, but you come back in again, placing your hand on his.

“actually, i can touch you while using my power without you being affected by them, but i’m manually using it on you right now.”

“if you touch someone while making sure they still can’t see you, what does that make them experience?” his voice is clear, a bit fierce in tone. you always had trouble reading saiki, but you could tell that this was interest. perhaps he was threatened, but he was certainly intrigued.

“they might whirl around and look who’s touching them and account it to a person around them, but if not, they might think they’re having sensory hallucinations. i can also talk to people, but because my voice doesn’t have any weight to it, it’s almost like a hypnotic suggestion.”

“so you can brainwash people?”

“not necessarily,” you let go of his hand, you must have released your power, your eyes are dark, “if i suggest something to someone and it’s something mild, they’re more likely to do it because it already falls into their line of thinking. if i suggest something bold, they might do it thinking it’s an impulsive thought.”

“most people won’t do extreme things, they’ll read those as intrusive thoughts. but sometimes people think my voice is the voice of god, or a passed on relative, and will do intense things regardless of their judgement. others have poor impulse control, and some are just batshit crazy.”

you sheepishly scratch your head, “but i don’t really like having that much control over people. i don’t want to use my powers to hurt anyone.”

“do you want to use them to help people?”

you pause. it seems you’ve thought about this quite a bit.

“well my powers can’t help people. they give me the ability to help people, but they can’t help people directly. i think it’s a matter of it i’m strong enough to help people.”

“are you?”

“would you hate me if i said no? of course i lend a hand to my friends when they need it, but i don’t think i’m strong enough to really make a difference. i want to live peacefully.”

you look down at your hands, “i wish i wasn’t born with it.”

saiki felt unnervingly softhearted. he struggled empathizing with his peers, but his heart pounded in solemn familiarity. “i don’t hate you for that, i’m the same. having the powers i do means i have the responsibility of keeping the world in peace. people would be jealous of me for the self-fulfilling purposes i could use my powers for, but i don’t want to use my powers to hurt people. i don’t want to help anyone either. i just want to be left alone.”

guilt. guilt was a disease, just like jealousy is. it eats at you from the inside, and creeps up at times least expected. it left both of you hollow and empty.

“i wish i didn’t have powers,” he continues, “i don’t think i’ve ever properly experienced life in the way i’m supposed to, like everyone else has. i’m envious of you, you’ve had a bit more normalcy than me.”

“i suppose we’re equally unhappy, then,” you smile at him. he had been staring out the window, but he turns to looks at you. you’re leaning on the door of the classroom, tilting your head, you ask him a silent “walk home with me?”. 

“i mean,” you begin, “i’ve missed out on a lot. i’ve always had trouble making friends- my powers made it difficult for people to remain interested in me. i’ve gotten pretty good at controlling them, pk academy has been really good to me, but it doesn’t heal the damage it’s caused me.”

your teeth gnaw at your lower lip, “your family is so supportive of you, they love you so much, it makes me angry. i wish i could say the same about mine.”

it wasn’t too empty in the school, but your footsteps were loud and clear, both you and saiki walking in sync. saiki didn’t really know what to say, so he stayed silent. 

sighing, you continue, “i don’t want to be alone, but it’s too easy to be reclusive when that’s where you’ve always been. if you live a life of isolation, making friends is scary and draining,” a grim smile forms on your face, as if you’re trying to comfort yourself.

but saiki does have to admit that the two of you have much more in common than he initially thought. he quietly thinks to himself, perhaps he could use your abilities.

“y/n,” he begins, eyes meeting yours, “will you do me a favor?”

“yeah, what is it?”

he doesn’t like being indebted to people, but he wants to test your limits. you don’t give him the chance to ask, “you want me to use my powers while we walk out together, don’t you.”

his mouth falls a bit open, lips parting, “how did you know?”.

you laugh, “you’re not the only one who can read minds,” and reach out to wrap a hand around his forearm. he raises a brow at you, seemingly amused by your comment. he expected you to take his hand again, but your firm grip on his arm was admitedly unexpected.

he felt his heart skip a beat.

“well? are you doing it?”

“yup, you won’t feel any different though.”

walking down the steps together, people passed the two of you, strangers, familiar faces, teachers. nobody noticed.

the two of you passed toritsuka at the steps, but he paid no mind. “you know,” saiki started, “when i use my invisibility power, that guy can still see me.” 

“can he?” you murmur, your voice a bit low. 

“if it’s easier, you can just think what you’d like to say to me, we can talk that way.”

you squint your eyes in concentration, “like this?” you think to yourself. 

“yeah.”

you smile. you continue to hold onto his arm as he changes his shoes. 

“that must be frustrating, that he can still see you.”

he nods. he supposes if toritsuka can’t see you, then aiura probably can’t track you- and him, down either. 

“hold onto my arm while i change mine.”

without breaking contact, he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist. you hastily change your shoes, and slide your hand a bit up, taking his in yours.

“is it neccesary to hold hands?” he asks. his expression was nearly deadpanned, but the slight crease in his brows communicated just enough. he felt sheepish, a bit lost.

“no, but it’s nice.” 

teruhashi stands idly at the exit, waiting, doing her best to gently shake off the boys that surrounded her.

“she’s looking for me.”

“is she? do you want to talk to her?”

“no.”

you pause. 

“is she the reason you asked me to do this for you?”

he nods.

you turn and head towards the gate, but not before waving a hand in front of her face. you take a deep breath, before exclaiming a loud “teruhashi!”. she whirls around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking rather bewildered.

letting out a hearty laugh, you grin up at him. a slight huff of air escapes his upturned lips.

the two of you slip past the front gate.

“but you owe me something in return, i don’t give out my labor for free!”

he sighs, “what would you like?”

“wait, really? i was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me!” you double down on your demands.

“you say that, but i know you’re secretly hoping i’ll treat you.”

“shit, i forgot you can read my mind. that’s so invasive.” you pout, “not fair!”

“it’s fine, i don’t like being indebted to people, and you did do me a favor like i asked, so i’ll take you somewhere.”

you look a bit nervous, “really? you’re sure?”

“just accept the offer before i revoke it.”

you twirl in a circle, letting go of his hand and hopping a few steps ahead of him. “you’re buying me a nice coffee then!” 

he lunges out to take it again.

“sure.”

and once more in sync, both of your hearts skip a beat.

#im sorry for writing so much friends to lovers in the pining stage i can't help it /j #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k headcanons #saiki x reader

[inkskinned]

When the honey showed up, we all just took it inside. That was one of the things about it - it was always a little warm, always in the same simple jar and the nice plaid bow. Handmade-like. Most of us put it in our pantries or in the back of our cabinets, some put it in the fridge. we just thought to ourselves: gee, what a wonderful present.

I don’t know how long it took before we all had one. For a while, the most that would happen was two-minute feel-good op ed pieces in local newspapers. People would run little letters to the editor to find out the “culprit”. Sometimes there were faux-serious “investigations” when that parent freaked out about the possibility of drugs in honey. Most of the time, it ended quickly. After all, it was a nice gift from a neighbor, and it was yours. that was another thing. A house could be 122 people, and we’d all find our own jar on the doorstep, one at a time. we would know when it was ours and when it wasn’t, no matter how alike they looked. nobody ate it, at first. It was yours, and you wouldn’t eat it, and you couldn’t eat another person’s. it just wasn’t done. and the thing is - in that imaginary house, of 122 people? we’d all buy other honey. it was both there and took up space - but none of us thought of it as actually existing. we’d put down our storebought honey right next to it and think - why did i buy another? i’ve wanted to try this one for a while. and then the thought would simply be out of our head, because this is our third bag of baby carrots we have bought to let spoil again.

it was that one person who mentioned it on youtube. actually i think it was a vimeo “urban legends” series. some person with 6 followers who deleted like instantly. but then 6 people said something similar: everyone they knew had this one specific honey story. and then 12. and then all of a sudden we all woke up to “#honeyonthedoorstep” globally trending. we all posted our pictures of our honey and called each other liars and got into discourse fights with vegans and people without a sweet tooth. In 24 hours, it was running the media. 9-at-night serious news anchors leaned over to each other and said “now john, did you hear about this?” and despite their disbelief, they’d admit: i got the honey too. I think somewhere in march. maybe around the 5th. but i never ate it or thought anything of it. i just thought - what a nice gift. 

By the end of the week, there were YouTube challenges and instagram memes and a netflix miniseries in the works. Lots of people tried to eat their honey, and most who “succeeded” were deemed a hoax - but truth be told? it’s not good tv to watch someone pick up honey and say “actually it’s not ready” or something similar and just decide to go do something else. i tried once, winedrunk and thinking i could be famous because it’s just honey. and i remember thinking that exact thing - it’s not ready. i realized i needed to go do dishes, this was stupid and kind of cringey. 

and people freaked out, of course. outside of the jokes were parents who were asking if their children would get a jar one day, if this was a one-time thing. there were so many conspiracy theories the government finally had to say something (not that any of us were actually listening), there were massive hunts to find “the team of honey dispatchers”, there were plenty of false confessions, there were rallies to destroy the things. i don’t know if anyone actually did, because in the end? it was just a jar of honey, and it was yours, and it would be a shame to throw it at the floor just because the internet told you so. I moved three times that year - grad school, job, other better job. i always took mine with me. it wasn’t a real choice, it was just... like taking a plate that belonged to your grandmother, or carrying a song stuck in your head. it was just something that was going to come with, but it bore no special attention. and then back into the pantry it went.

two weeks later? we all just... moved on from talking about honey. it was in some memes, it was in BuzzFeed’s “top 5 weirdest stories (that are actually true)”, it was going to be the central plot of books and horror movies. but it wasn’t interesting, not really, anymore. it was like saying “all people need food”. it was just true, and not really changing. every consecutive conspiracy video got less likes, and by the end of the year, it was old enough to be a staple in bad stand-up comedy and in coming-of-age children’s shows.

nobody believed the first ones who ate it. the most traction that those posts got were from friends and family who barely remembered the whole fad. we all just figured it was a weird annual resurgence kind of thing. 

but then people were definitely, absolutely, 100% eating their honey. i think i heard about one of my coworkers first. i didn’t know her; she was in another department. she told everyone it was very similar to “normal” honey. just a little tarter than she’d expected.

twitter was in an uproar. the honey was sweet to some. spicy to others. horrible, bitter, like a thousand stingers. it was perfect, it tasted like summer. most people said: it’s just honey, and absolutely regular.

those of us who weren’t ready were biting our fingernails for a while, going to our pantries, wondering - what the fuck do i mean it’s not ready? but it wasn’t ready.  

like i said, it’s warm, always. But you just... know. one day you realize you really want honey on toast. or honey on tea, honey on a banana, just... honey. i remember opening it, but it didn’t feel like any more interesting than going to the cabinet for honey ever feels. i pour mine, usually, skipping a spoon because i’m usually too lazy. i was already in the middle of my meal before i realized - this is the honey. it’s not just a normal breakfast, it’s the breakfast, holy shit. 

mine is just, you know. honey. it has a little hint of spice and sweet to it, which i actually quite like. it reminds me of this red pepper jelly my family used to get, and it makes me happy. but in the end? it’s honey. i don’t feel like i’m connected to a seventh realm. it’s good on oatmeal and bad in coffee no matter what some of you will tell me.

it’s just, you know. once you get your jar, and it’s ready, you have a little honey roughly every 24ish hours. it’s nothing absurd. it’s just honey, i mean - it’s like saying “you’re alive, so at some point, you should probably eat.” Most of us, it hasn’t really changed our schedules. it doesn’t seem to ever run out, which is good, because we’re always forgetting to check to see if we need more before we go shopping. for most of us? you don’t die if you miss a few days, even a few weeks, you don’t go crazy trying to get it back. sure, there’s weirdass cultists who worship it, but most of us just seem to think - it’s nice to have, and it’s okay to want this thing.

now, there’s some stuff out there, you know, about what it all “means”. and honestly, we all notice things. i’m not the only one who has seen that good people tend to think their honey tastes good and eat it normally. bad people tend to eat their honey frequently but hate every second of the eating. there are plenty who will snort and say “i’m a good person and i think it tastes like dirt” and plenty who will say “i’m a shit person and i think it tastes like the summer i finally kissed her”. and i don’t know, not the way i knew if it was ready, but it feels like a simple thing amidst all the messy. and it’s probably helpful that i think mine is, like most people’s, just a nice in-the-middle. i mean, the other day i heard it asked like a star sign - what’s your honey like?

there’s this one thing, though, you know. i choose to believe, because it might make me secretly happy. it’s like believing in nessie. i know realistically it’s probably just hearsay. but there’s this underground rumbling that, over time, the honey changes. just a little, every day, unnoticeable to most of us who go to work and do our best by others but still sometimes steal toilet paper. there’s these stories of people who made it rich by selling out their friends, who stole patents, who argue that others should charge for insulin - that they liked the honey, at first, but over time, it’s gone rotten. and similarly, every so often, there’s these stories of people who were normal “regular” honey people, who helped someone out of the bottom. who chose to be just a little bit better than they were the day before. who had moments of decisive kindness that changed them. they all say the same thing: since then, the honey has been amazing, and they work to keep it that way. 

my grandmother and my mother were never surprised. they have this saying about bees and their secrets. my mother said to me: we have always had these tiny angels. they’re just giving us each a taste of the world we are making.

my grandmother later tells me, while watering the flowers, almost the exact same thing: they will haunt us when they go, because they keep books in their combs. and they see us giants, and no matter who we lie to? the world of bees will know.

#spilled ink #prose #short story #honey #i originally wrote this in my car while binge eating doritos happy mardi gras style #but then tumblr deleted it lmao bc i walked between 2 wifi connections #so if it sucks its bc i had to half-remember a good version

[47crayons]

THE WICKED WITHIN—A COMIC SANS WIP REINTRO

!!!!! it's here :D the wip that started to consume me and has been continuing to do so since, now with a much better sense of what exactly is Happening

current tww taglist let me know to be +/- !! @a-completely-normal-writer @writing-is-a-martial-art @wannabeauthorzofija @magic-is-something-we-create @croctears @writeblrfantasy @opes-magnas @author-a-holmes @zoya-writes@fuyugomori @ink-fireplace-coffee

transcript is under the cut!!!

[transcript: a powerpoint presentation of black text on white background, written entirely in comic sans.

start slide one the top left corner reads in red, "warnings (most relevant) war, death, drugs (& addiction), poison". in the center, "the wicked within", and underneath it in smaller font, "a comic sans reintro by @47crayons". the comments around the entire slide read "a family that is so found!!!", "gang rivalry :D and gang content in general", "crime found family basically", "childhood friends to STILL FRIENDS", "all queer cast :p", "eat the rich (not quite, but it’s the right sentiment aldskjfls)", "kickass women, yeah bay bee", "nuanced relationships between different groups :D", "morally grey characters!!!", "so many different governments!!!", "a (mostly alsjflksdj) stable relationship!!!" end slide one

start slide two in the beginning of time… there were four gods: eltenjer, he/him, earth; skari, he/him, fire; aenged, they/them, air; thilda, she/her, water. i didn’t /mean/ for them to have genders, but a quiet breeze whispered “psst. i use they/them.” in the beginning? so you mean… they’re not there anymore? kind of! the gods need followers to survive, and after several unfortunate events, they lost the majority of their followers. the aforementioned unfortunate events: the great ruination, in which natural disasters caused several years of famine and other hardship. the restoration era, in which renovation led people to believe they can live without the gods. if the gods are dead, what’s the point? the gods aren’t /really/ dead, closer to dormant. they can’t actively interact with the mortal realm, but IF they had followers, they would come back to life. oh. did i mention that they control the magic. end slide two

start slide three the dormant gods who can't do... anything control the magic??? hey, no one said magic always has to work. foreshadowing alert huge foreshadowing alert. let’s talk about how magic works, shall we :D people use the Spirit to do magic. people have a Vessel (representation of stamina or how much Sprit can be used at once, can be trained!). people also have a Strength (a type of magic that works well with the user, these have varying frequencies which also depends on location). there’s too much i could say here, but the important thing is the main characters’ Strengths. the right depicts an image of a flowchart showing that gods need followers and produce sprit. people need spirit to do magic. end slide three

start slide four okay but where are we??? where could the magic be so fucked? well, here, of course! the left side shows a line art map, split into five parts going clockwise: portingdale, worchester, the hooks, elderwood, unlabeled. the legend shows that there are mountains in portingdale, forests in elderwood, and rivers that run from portingdale to everywhere else. the place where the four labeled regions meet is called the Inner City. the text on the right reads. welcome to Kjer! there are 3 districts. but wait! there are five? sections? and one isn’t even labelled. worchester used to be a district,,, but it left after the war began. the unlabeled section is the disputed region (re: war). let’s talk more about this war. elderwood wanted easier access to water (see: the rivers in the Wetlands) elderwood & portingdale have been fighting there on and off for over half a century. the hooks has three wards: west (hella rich), south (lower income), north (somewhere in between). end slide four

start slide five whomst. skip to the next slide if you want the actual characters. character basics: the unnecessarily-winded-and-cram-a-lot-of-lore-in version. in the North Ward of The Hooks, there are three main gangs. Kaer Styen, meaning “wicked ones”, Ghetfaer Skarnen, meaning “trickster lords”, Ad Knesten, meaning “the grumbles”. that was so many capital letters i don’t like capital letters alskjdflksjd. they have rivalries and conflicts from time to time, but it’s pretty rare. the tww cast is kaer styen !!! their main means of profit is a drug called jezdin. relieves physical and mental pain. lethal in high. quantities/ when tampered with. can also be addictive. they operate out of a dingy tavern-like building, and they live upstairs!!! okay so this is purely for vibes. how did u know. end slide five

start slide six the Gang. literally :3 Kaer Styen, my beloved. the first thing in each of their bios is their Strength (re: the magic slide). artbreeders!!! i fixed quite a few of them, but my artbreeder skills are questionable at best. this slide is split into three columns. the first column shows a white person with short, brown, curly hair and a firm, but not angry, facial expression. len, he/him, pan. Shifter (can manipulate physical properties). cynical, very cynical (because he has killer instincts). “oh people are dying? am i dying? are you dying? why should i care?” in a relationship with cal. the second column shows a person who appears east asian with long, black, wavy hair and fair skin. chloe, she/her, aroace. Chemist (chemistry but magical). literal archery god. also she’s so quiet it’s SCARY. seems welcoming, emphasis on /seems/ she’ll destroy your ass. knows what you’re feeling. she just. knows. the third column shows a white person with dirty blonde hair. they are smiling. cal, they/them, bi. Whisperer (can persuade others through speech/music). so casually funny all your burdens disappear for a hot minute. gets very attached very deeply. grew up in Portingdale which becomes Important later. end slide six

start slide seven cont. also they have piercings!!!! maybe i will make some picrews later (listen, i KNOW i’ve said this before but. maybe i’m for realsies this time, okay?) this slide is also split into three columns. the first a smiling white female with light blonde hair. eden, she/her?, demi lesbian. Healer (healing magic <3). seen hell and doesn’t want others to suffer. still believes in the gods’ existence. we Don’t talk about her awful parents. raised by a lovely woman in the South Ward, known as Nana. this eye (left) is almost PURPLE which i didn’t do on purpose but is honestly such a cool idea. the second column shows a partially smiling black man with short curly hair. jereth, he/him, gay. powerful life magic thing (will be spoilers if i talk any more). joins them at the beginning. honestly kind of scared of them (who wouldn’t be), but wants to live up to expectations. throws himself into stuff to avoid Thoughts. the third column shows a woman with brown skin, black wavy hair, and a small smile. she is NOT a member of Kaer Styen, but i’m talking about her here all the same. adalaide, she/her, bi (i didn’t like the e in adelaide alskdfjlsj). Melder (metals and the like). heir to the Portingdale throne (assuming her dad doesn’t disown her). Cal’s ex from a few~ years ago she’s still a lil’ hung up on them. technically an antagonist but i love her. so all my characters are queer sue me </3 end slide seven

start slide eight some semblance of plot? coming right up!! the four (jereth isn’t there yet!) are attacked in the Inner City. turns out it’s portingdale soldiers. and then they discover that portingdale has been poisoning the southern rivers (affects worchester and the south ward) because worchester doesn’t really contribute to Kjer as a whole. word gets out, and elderwood, naturally, is even angrier at portingdale (remember, they've been at war). so, they try to stop portingdale from being power hungry enough to poison the entirety of a country while learning about why worchester is so isolated while ALSO trying not to get killed by everyone who hates them. end slide eight

start slide nine memes :> the first is the meme of spongebob reading a sheet of paper and burning it. the paper reads, "going into worchester by yourself is going to get you KILLED", and spongebob is labelled "chloe". the second is the levels of brain template labelled "jereth". from the weakest to most powerful: "trying to figure out his magic", "doing it by accident", "saving everyone's lives". the third is the sleeping person and brain meme. brain: "you're going to portingdale". cal: yeah, i know. brain: you'll see adalaide. cal's eyes are wide open in fear. the fourth says "corporate needs you to find the difference between this image and this image". the first image says, "family", and the second one says, "len, chloe, cal, jereth." eden says, "they're the same picture". the fifth is the spiderman copycat meme where jereth is copying len. end slide nine

/end transcript]

#rbs very much appreciated!! #the wicked within #tww reintro #writeblr #writing #wip #rose writes

[capitainelevi]

Thank you!! ❤ ❤

I wrote a whole fic outline instead of headcanons, but I hope you`ll still enjoy it!!

Petra`s mom had an affair with Rod Reiss. Upon discovering she was pregnant, she worried for her child`s future, and she went into hiding with the help of one of the men working for Rod, who had a soft spot for her. He helped her get settled inside Wall Rose and got her a job at an inn. She and Petra remained there, and Petra took up a job serving tables at the inn`s dining place.

Erwin uncovered the truth about the real royal family from one of Rod`s men, who told him about Petra`s existence as well, worried that Rod himself was close to finding her. Seeing an opportunity in being the first to discover this, Erwin took Levi, and they went to see Petra and her mom.

Erwin wanted to observe Petra first before letting Levi in on his plan. They had dinner at the inn, and Petra served their food. Erwin tried to make small talk with her, but Petra kept throwing looks at Levi, whom she found more interesting. Levi was quiet, and when Erwin asked him what he thought of Petra, he just brushed it off, as he would never admit that he found her beautiful. When she brought their note, Petra smiled at Levi and wished him a good night, and he just nodded at her.

When they got to their room, Erwin told Levi about the truth of Petra`s identity. It took Levi all the self-control he had not to hit Erwin across the face when he told him he needed him to marry Petra. Erwin planned to overthrow the current rule, and he thought it would be in his interest to have someone on the throne that he could control. He told Levi that by doing this, he would also keep Petra safe from her father, so Levi agreed to the fake marriage if Petra was in on it.

They both went to talk to Petra and her mom in the morning. Petra was shocked upon learning the truth about her identity, and she strolled out on the meeting. Erwin told them to keep an eye out for Rod`s men and get back to him when they made a decision. Levi went out to look for Petra, and he found her sitting on a bench in the square. He didn`t tell her anything at first, waiting for her to talk to him if that`s what she wanted. Petra thanked him for checking up on her, and she told him about her mom and how her life had been so far. Levi told her again that she didn`t have to do this if this isn`t what she wanted and assured her that he would never do something to harm her if she chose to marry him.

They both went back to the inn, and Petra told Erwin that she needs some time to think about it and that she would get back to them when she made up her mind.

A week later, Erwin got a letter with Petra`s answer. A few days later, along with a few other scouts, they waited for Petra to walk down the aisle. For her wedding day, she wore a simple white dress and had a small lily bouquet in her hands. Levi was dressed in his military attire. After she got next to Levi, he told her she looked decent enough, and Erwin smiled, knowing that this was Levi`s equivalent of telling her she was gorgeous. Petra was nervous throughout the ceremony, and Levi took her hand in his and squeezed it. They skipped their vows, and when the kissing part came, Petra got flustered. Levi got nervous as well, but he tried to hide it. He raised her veil and gave her a chaste kiss, which to their surprise, they both deepened and prolonged. The sound of the guests clapping make them break it off, and they made their way back to the barrack for their wedding night. Petra changed into a casual dress while Levi prepared tea for the two of them. They had dinner and tea in his room and spent the whole night talking about each other. Levi was surprised at how comfortable he felt in her presence, and Petra felt the same way about him. She was happy Levi was opening up to her, as she first saw him as a very private man. When Petra fell asleep, he carried her to his bed, and he went to sleep in a chair.

Petra moved in with him in the separate building that the Special Ops squad used, and everyone in the Corps was curious to learn more about Levi`s beautiful wife and how he got someone like her. Most of them were too scared of Levi to try to talk to her, except for Levi`s squad, who bombarded Petra with questions at breakfast the next day. They all hit it off right away, and Petra became close to them, especially to Eld. They fell in love with Petra instantly, especially when she started baking sweets for them.

Petra found a job at another inn near the barracks, and Levi came to pick her up from work every evening. After having dinner with the guys, they retired to their bedroom, where Levi continued writing his paperwork, and Petra usually read. She prepared tea for them every time, and after seeing how much Levi is struggling with paperwork, she told him to teach her how to help him. They spent the free extra time talking, and sometimes Levi took her up to the roof for stargazing. They both developed feelings for the other over time, but neither of them was ready to make a move.

Petra took the bed, and Levi assured her every night that he didn`t need one to sleep, that he was better off in his chair. Eventually, she convinced him that they could share it, and even though they had some distance between them, Levi found himself falling asleep from time to time.

Petra came to the gate to see them off for every expedition, and she spent the whole day thinking about Levi`s safety. On one mission, Levi got hurt, and Petra ran home from work when she got the news. He didn`t want to go to the medical ward, so Petra stitched up his wounds in their bedroom. Petra sat on his lap, and she kissed him, putting all of her love into it. Levi reciprocated the kiss, and when they broke it off, Petra told him how she feels about him. Levi told her he liked her as well, and their marriage turned into a real one from that point.

Erwin was expecting this, and Gunther, Eld, and Oluo were surprised that it took them this long to get together. Hange lifted Levi in their arms and asked them how long until there`s a baby with his scowl running around the barracks. Petra feared for their life at that moment.

When Levi lost his squad, he had Petra by his side, and they mourned together. He tried to keep her safe and left her at the inn while he went to guard Eren. Petra wasn`t happy to be separated from Levi, but she understood he wanted to keep her safe.

When Rod found out about Petra being his daughter, he had her kidnapped along with Eren. She tried to fight his men off and hoped Levi would get news of it in time. When Hange told him Petra went missing, he swore to kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her.

Rod tried to get close to Petra at first, but she didn`t fall for his act. He tried to convince her that eating Eren was her duty, but she refused. Petra heard Levi fighting Kenny and tried to make a run for it. Rod overpowered her, and Levi entered the room only to witness as Rod injected Petra with the titan serum in her neck. He froze, conflicted between saving his wife or saving Eren. To their surprise, Petra never transformed, and Rod tried to inject her again. Petra kicked him, and the last syringe broke, and Rod consumed the remaining serum in her place.

Levi hurried and took Petra in his arms and apologized for not taking better care of her. She kissed him to shut up his ranting and told him to go after her father. Even though he never voiced it out, Petra knew losing Kenny hurt Levi, and she stayed by his side to mourn together when it happened.

After defeating Rod, Levi took Petra to Hange, so they could figure out why the serum didn`t work on her. They discovered that Petra was pregnant, and her carrying a child with Ackerman blood made her immune to the serum.

Levi was ecstatic about them having a child together, and he swore he would never let her or their child get hurt again. He and Petra cried when they heard the news. Levi threatened Hange that if the words about this ever leave their mouth, it would also be their last.

Petra was crowned queen, and she and Levi promised that they would try to make Paradise a better place for the people. Levi threatened Petra`s new council from the first meeting, saying that he would not hesitate to kill anyone who ever tries to transform his wife into a shifter.

After Shiganshina, Levi was devastated by Erwin`s death. Petra gave him all the time and space he needed, letting him know that she is there for him should he need her comfort. Hearing the truth about the world didn`t make them regret having a child, and it only made Levi more motivated to fight for what he loved.

Levi and Petra waited for the world to make its next move, determined to set a better future for their son.

#oups this is so much crack #rivetra #petra ral #rivetra headcanons #rivetra headcanon #sorry it took me longer!! #my writing

[omnitf]

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I used to be different than the man you see today. They say the industry changes you, and I suppose they’re right, whoever they are. I’ve been a model for ... I don’t even know how many years now. Like I said, things used to be different.

It was just one photo shoot. I didn’t expect to be such a hit. It was a million in a million in a million chance. Audition, smile to the cameras, wear the gear, sell the product, get paid in royalties. It was a straightforward business arrangement. Folks say they like to have models with a lot of heart and soul. Now that I think about it, that’s what the company said when they hired me.

My agent got the call, and then he called me. He barely kept himself from shouting as he told me the details. Daemonique was and still is one of the premier modeling brands out there. It costs a bundle and a half to even have them consider lending you their talent. Runways, photo ops, fashion articles, the works. If they looked at you, if they chose you, then you were in. You were set for life.

I was floored. Naturally, I said yes. I signed the contract and joined my fellow models in the spotlight, and my agent was offered a hefty sum for snatching me. He still lives very well, from what I understand. Daemonique poached him from his firm, something about being a, “devil of a recruiter.” We still talk sometimes, but usually it’s just when he offers me my new assignment. Sometimes, he brings new talent with him to meet me. People worship me, idolize me.

That used to impress me. Now I feel ... indifferent, I suppose. It’s ... difficult to describe. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, more that ... I suppose I slide into whatever they want me to be. That’s my purpose as a model.

I remember when I was introduced to my hero in the modeling community, Nathan Bolaterro. My smile was radiant, my handshake firm and only slightly exaggerated. His smile was reserved, his bearing shifting to accommodate me.

“There are many models here,” he told me, “with many masks, many faces. It’s ... difficult to keep track of what brought you here sometimes, the ‘you’ that you put into your shoots. Make sure that you don’t lose track of it. That’s the best advice I can give you.” He looked almost sadly at a playbill with a beaming teenager wrapping either arm around another two other teens’ shoulders on stage. There were four of them, identically dressed in the traditional garb of the barber shop quartet from The Music Man. I could just barely see the resemblance between the middle left boy and the man that stood before me now.

One of the many agents that runs this place strode through the door then. “Nate, it’s time for your sports segment.”

The model swallowed heavily, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as a result. “Coming,” he said in a low-pitched tone. His gaze darted back toward that photo almost desperately. Then he turned his back and followed his handler out. I followed them into the hall, since it would be rude to remain in his dressing room.

“Do well on this one, and you’ll be a shoe-in for Soulless.” The agent grinned and thumped Nathan on the back. My breath caught at the mention of that great fashion line. Only the best of the best of the best in the agency could make it into that exalted circle.

I was confused when I saw, not a joyful smile, but a frown of unease cross over the model’s face.

The next time I saw him, he was getting out of a session for some sports magazine spread or some other campaign. His body was huge, his voice deep and dull. The familiar brand name Soulless stretched down one meaty thigh in big capital letters over the compression pants and widely across his left pectoral as he scratched the material of his compression shirt with his free hand. “You talking to me, bro?” He didn’t seem to recognize me. His eyes were glassy and unfocused. They seemed almost dead as he stared at me through the open visor of a football helmet. The angular shape of the opening gave his head an almost block-like appearance. The rich hair that had once been so carefully styled was little more than sculpted stubble now. His pupils vibrated, like they didn’t know whether to dilate or contract. Or ... maybe they were trying to, but couldn’t? “The name’s Jock....”

I still remember how freaked out I was after that encounter. My agent had to explain it to me, about Nathan’s “methods.” A lot of the models follow it, apparently. I guess ... I guess I do, too, now that I stop to think about it. There’s a sort of role that we’re asked to fill for each of our shoots. Whatever we model, the photographer wants us to fit certain ... characters, tropes, if you will. These tropes have names, and we don them as easily as we do makeup or an outfit for the cameras. Jock, Brat, Badboy, Greaser, Guido, Father, Hipster, Businessman, and so on.

It’s ... easy to forget your name when you’re in this community. You become almost numb to it. You have to, if you want to survive the media storms that follow you around. Let go of the power that name has over you, and you can usually ignore most of the reporters or rabid fans trying to get your attention. It’s a trick you learn fast in the business, once you make it big. And all Daemonique models make it big. Sometimes, when I have to sign a waiver or some other legal document, I pause and stare at the line, and I have to grope in the dark to try to find the name I cast away. Sometimes, it’s suggested that I just sign with an X, like a lot of the other models do, but I don’t want to yet. I still want to be able to keep that power of the name with me. If I stop using it there, it’ll be harder to ... to ... what? I’m not sure. Remember? Pull back? Be myself?

What even is “myself” anymore? I’m ... I’m not sure.

I’ve taken to carrying the photo that brought me to Daemonique’s attention with me. I find it ... grounding to stare at. Almost comforting, really. I talk to it sometimes, greet it with my name, almost like it’s another person. I guess ... in a way, it is. It’s sort of like a lifeline to me, a connection to the me that was before all the lights and the cameras and the flashes and masks I’ve had to don for the sake of the shoot, the product, the image that Daemonique wants me to fit.

I feel less and less like a person and more and more like some ... glorified prop, a life-sized doll that my handlers change, dress, shift, and adapt to their whims. And the scary part is, ... I’m okay with that. I ... almost relish slipping into those characters and roles now, because they fill that emptiness that I return to when I take them off. The face I see in the mirror of my dressing room is so ... alien to me now. It’s nothing like the face I see when I look at this photo. And that emptiness is reinforced whenever I get in line with the other models for our weekly assessments. There’s no real talking, just standing, waiting, moving in time as the camera shutter clicks, snaps, clacks. The model turns, the process repeats, until all the sides are captured. Then we move forward, and the next one follows. The young bloods toward the back of the line whisper and talk among themselves. I used to do that, too, to be that. Now, ... now it feels so ... unnecessary. I stand among my peers, where quiet is the norm and blank the ideal. A canvas waiting to be painted. A whiteboard waiting to be drawn up, then cleared.

...

A walking, talking mannequin.

Is that all I am now?

Is that all my purpose is?

Is this ... really what I want?

...

Does it really even matter anymore?

I feel so strange, so stripped, so ... empty, even as I stand on that line now, waiting for that photo set. I pull out my photo for comfort. That tiny spark is only so much against the yawning void that’s eaten away inside of me. A wry smile curves my lips, one of the first sincere ones I’ve had in who knows how long.

Did you know that some cultures believed that to capture yourself in a photo was to capture a piece of your soul? By that logic, every human who’s ever consumed media or pictures is a demon, or at least part demon. They consume those fragments, those pieces. And the models and actors and actresses let them. And they fill up with other things and ideas, just like I do when I’m in a shoot. They’re just as empty, just as desperate for fulfillment, a role, even a piece, a taste of the soul they used to be.

I barely even recognize the feel of the textured mat when I step in front of the camera. I stare into the lens, still holding the photo. The shutter clacks. The light flashes. My shadow is thrown up in sharp relief behind me on the backdrop. I blink. For a moment, I could almost swear that I see sharpened teeth bared in a hungry, anticipatory grin. Clack goes the shutter. Flash goes the light. Around I turn. I feel no sense of fear or worry at the sight of the horns. I feel ... nothing. I turn again and watch my shadow flash in front of me, then fade into the nothingness of the backdrop. Just a 2-D silhouette. No substance, no form, just here and gone in a flash of light and the click of a shutter.

I feel no anxiety at the sound of clopping hooves echoing in my ears as I turn again. I’m just going through the motions, following the formula. They want a blank slate. They want the empty. They want a foundation they can build and mold like clay in their hands. Malleable. Easy to shape and control. No complaints. No thoughts or discomforts. Just ... being. Just existing.

...

Empty.

I look down at my photo. There is no more thrill at it. No spark. No joy. No connection. Whatever power it held has been stripped by the camera. It is a person I do not know, a blank face in a crowd. I see no light in those eyes, no life, no ... soul, to use the company term. I see only a picture, a pointless picture.

Flash. Clatter. Flutter. Smack. The photo is no longer in my hand as I turn to face the camera again. The creature before me leers behind the camera as one final shutter goes off, one last flash. He licks his lips as his tail lashes behind him.

I turn and march as the other models before me on the line have done. Another paper is shoved at me. I do not bother with the name this time. An X will suffice.

My agent is there next to me suddenly. The soles of his shoes clunk with a rhythmic clopping, almost like hooves. He adjusts the waistband of his pants uncomfortably, then rubs at the nubs that I see growing from his forehead. He seems to be sweating for some reason. I’m not sure why as he breaths heavily. I can just see the hints of longer pointed canines protruding from his lips. He raises his phone and snaps a picture of me. I don’t blink.

“I think he’s ready, Sir.”

This time, I do blink. When I open my eyes, there is a bigger agent hovering over his shoulder. This one is like the photographer. The air smells of aftershave with a hint of sulfur as he leans down to peer into my eyes. I don’t care. I stare into an abyss like my own. This one has lights, but it it is different than mine was. It is not so much an absence of substance as a consumer of it. For the briefest of moments, I feel what could almost be considered a suction, a vacuous force seeking to draw something out of me, only there’s nothing to take. Nothing moves, nothing comes, because whatever that vacuum consumes is not there.

The grin that spreads across that face is savage and predatory. “Well done.” He lays a heavy clawed hand on my agent’s shoulder.

My agent shudders as his eyes flicker briefly and corrugated black horns slowly begin to emerge from the nubs. He licks his lips, and as he does so, flashes of his sharpening teeth appear in my gaze. He swallows and gulps, and as the pressure from what I can only assume is his supervisor increases, he hunches forward precariously on the balls of his feet as the beginnings of a tail bursts out behind him, having broken free of the confines of the seat of his pants.

“Th-thank you, Sir,” he repeats breathlessly as he stands up again. His cheeks are flushed from the sudden changes that have overtaken his body.

“Keep it up, and you’ll fit right in in no time.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He smiles almost timidly, but there’s a hint of bite to it as his sharper teeth peek over the edges of his lips.

They motion for me to follow, and I do so without question.

“What will he, uh, it, become, Sir?”

The supervisor grins as we approach a large black door with red gilded lettering on its front in an angular archaic font that reads, SOULLESS. “Whatever we want it to be.”

The door opens, and I step forward, ready to take on whatever role my owners require. I am ready to be filled. I am blank.

“Welcome to Soulless, slate.”

My response is as numb and empty as I feel. “Thank you, Sir.”

I am nothing more than a dummy shuffled from caricature to caricature. That is my purpose and my role. When my work is complete, I am wiped clean, a blank slate again, to be molded and shaped as my handlers please. This is the fate of the soulless, and the soulless do not care.

I am Jock. I am Bear. I am Thug. I am Guido. I am Officer. I am Soldier. I am Father. I am Son. I am King. I am Peasant. I am Extra. I am everything and nothing. I am one of a legion of slates waiting to be wiped clean or filled according to our handlers’ whims.

We are legion.

We are the empty.

We are Soulless.

#transformation #jock #Model #conditioning #muscle #blank #Soulless #slate #no identity #fiction #demons #tf

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Why the ATLA Comics Suck

Here is my merger attempt to explain why the ATLA comics suck. Please tell me if I missed anything or if you disagreed with any of my points.

Writing everyone out of Zuko's life so he would go to Ozai willingly and use his advice, despite Zuko making Aang promise to kill him if he ever starts acting like Ozai.

Making Aang promise to kill Zuko and almost follow through with it until Katara stops him.

FL Zuko and Aang “convincing" Kuei to allow the oldest FN colonies to become independent, despite being dominated by FN colonials, just to keep families “together” despite separating families due to creating new borders/nation-states. It is implied Kuei never got reparations (or at least adequate reparations) and so the loss of trillions of dollars of land/taxes partially motives his daughter and Kuvira in LOK.

Makes everyone act stupid so Azula could go on The Search free and unbound, constantly act a menace thanks to her psychotic breaks since no one asks her what she is hallucinating about, nearly succeed in committing matricide so she can use a letter (more details below) to overthrow Zuko, and then allow her to escape into a dangerous forest without giving proper chase (ex. have Aang use AS Seismic Sense, call in June or Toph or just have Zuko run after her in the beginning).

Zuko fails to station guards at Azula's asylum, allowing her to break out her fellow asylum mates (or at least Zirin) without Zuko ever finding out.

Mai finding out about the existence of the New Ozai Society (and the fact that her father is the leader) but not telling Zuko till Zuko has almost been killed and his half-sister (along with her bro) have been kidnapped by Azula and said mental asylum escape(es) who are working with the New Ozai Society.

Mai trusting Ty Lee's "aura sense" in order to gauge the trustworthiness of a New Ozai Society pasty she is dating in order to get intel despite already knowing who their leader is and at least one of their hideouts.

Mai initially honeypots said pasty also to get back at Zuko, but eventually falls for him but he breaks up with since it is painfully obvious that she still simps for Zuko, despite Zuko not really working on any of the flaws that caused Mai to break with him in The Promise.

Zuko trying to get into Mai's pants while searching for Azula's terrorist cell, despite the fact it is largely his fault that Azula is free and Mai and Ty Lee are rightfully fearing for their lives as well as for Tom-Tom's.

Azula getting a very unjustified/unearned power-boost that allows her to slap all of the non-Avatar State powered main characters without really trying once she regains her "sanity."

Azula regaining her "sanity" but decides on a 148D plan to make Zuko into a tyrant when there are better ways of doing so like becoming his advisor.

Ursa telling Zuko to never forget who he is but mind wiping herself of her time at the palace despite the fact that she loses the memory of the kids she supposedly loves and adores.

Ursa writing a letter saying that Zuko isn't Ozai's kid. Ursa knows that she and Zuko only have value if Zuko and Azula are Ozai's kids so if Ozai was smart, he could have used the letter to kill them off. Moreover, it makes Ozai stupid; instead of burning/banishing Zuko or trying to kill Zuko on DoBS, he could have released the letter to the public, essentially disinheriting Zuko without ever getting his hands dirty.

Western-style straight jackets and mental asylums; modern wheelchairs and forklifts.

Sokka getting reduced to comedic relief for the most part and Toph's power level being inconsistently portrayed in order to maintain tension in the various plots she is involved in.

Making the Southern Water Tribe look racist for being suspicious of their Norther brothers, and Kuei and Zuko when the North and EK allowed the FN to genocide their water benders without helping them and Zuko being the leader of a newly post-imperalist nation that he was an important member of before his defection. Moreover, when it is revealed that the North wants to essentially colonize the South for its oil.

Ursa being able to make a mega op poison on command and short notice with materials easily found in the palace but never thinking to use it on Azulon and Ozai until Ozai is going to kill Zuko at Azulon's command.

Never explaining how Zuko managed to make Azula a non-entity in Fire Nation politics; how he managed to make amends to Kyoshi Island to the point the other Kyoshi Warriors were ok with supporting his regime, let alone becoming his bodyguards; and whether or not he managed to help all the people Azula banished.

Aang almost getting killed by some mental asylum escapees; more generally The Gaang constantly suffering the worf effect so they don't stomp every Comics!antagonists like they should based on their show feats.

Never seeing Zuko find out what happened to his ship crew and whether or not decided to ever honor those who were killed by Koizila.

Not touching or trying to resolve the lingering plot threads in the TV show: Hama, Long Feng, and the rogue/ banished Dai Li. Especially since bloodbending eventually becomes common enough that Katara got it banned and the Dai Li are back defending Ba Sing Se during Korra’s era. Like how did bloodbending get spread when Hama was last seen locked up again, Katara doesn’t seem like the person to teach it to others, and it doesn’t seem that people are likely to come up with it on their own due to not being in the same desperate situation as Hama? Did Long Feng survive the coup attempt? And if so what is his plan to take back power of the Dai Li and/or The Earth Kingdom? Is he going to try to take revenge on the Dangerous Ladies, Zuko, and The Gaang for ruining him? And why would Kuei and/or his daughter ever be ok with reinstating the organization that not only betrayed their own country but was also ok with their own countrymen being genocided?

Never seeing someone recognize General Iroh in The Jasmine Dragon and have Iroh explain why it was a good idea to set up shop in the city he besieged for years. Especially when it reeks of economic imperialism and he never actually made amends to the people he had hurt (Earth Kingdom commoners). And point that he has better things to do like actually mentor his inadequately prepared and way over his head nephew in statecraft.

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Just a few notes:

1 - It is at least sort of implied Ursa killed Azulon with poison in the show as well, which is why no one can prove he was assassinated despite how awfully convenient it was that Ursa disappeared literally the night he died.

2 - The bending could be inconsistent on the show itself (though NOHING compares to how insane the change on what the characters could or could not do was on the comics)

3 - Iroh, by himself, opening a a tea-shop in a city he once attacked is not enough to make it economic imperialism. And while I too would have preferred him to stay in the Fire Nation, at least for a little while, to help Zuko, the comics can't be blamed for that since the show itself explicitly says that Iroh is going back to Ba Sing Se (mostly because of the trope that the father figure needs to either die or part ways with the hero to show that the character is now grown and more mature, meaning they "no longer need" said father figure to stick around)

But, yeah, the comics are fucking terrible.

#submission #avatar #atla comics #the comics suck